A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 395 Frostfire Cocoa

Archer decided that he would go back to Earth one day and retrieve her but he already knew he didnʼt have enough mana.

It would take years for him to accumulate the required mana, but it marked a beginning, and he now had a clear objective to pursue.

This revelation calmed him down as he attacked the soldiers who formed a defensive line, their swords raised, ready for the fight.

Archerʼs eyes glinted with determination as his hands transformed into razor-sharp claws, shimmering with an otherworldly energy.

In one fluid motion, he lunged at the nearest soldier, his claws rending the air as he struck. The courtyard was filled with the sound of steel clashing with claws.

His tail lashed out like a sentient whip, striking down another soldier. The impact sent the unfortunate enemy sprawling across the cobblestone courtyard.

After that he cast Element Bolts made from all different magic, they started circling him before he sent them flying at the soldiers.

These bolts pierced through the ranks of the soldiers, striking with precision and leaving devastation in their wake.

The courtyard transformed into a chaotic battleground. The moonlight bathed the scene in a surreal, haunting glow as Archer shattered the disciplined Aetherian soldiers.

With every swipe of his claws, lash of his tail, or bolt, he inched closer to the Duke. Weapons bounced off his scales and couldnʼt penetrate his skin.

Archer smiled as he finished off the last of the soldiers by casting Thunder Wave and then Element Bolt into the downed humans.

Once that was done he sensed a ping rushing toward him and Archer saw a fist flying at him but smiled as he didnʼt move.

The blow landed squarely on his jaw, causing Archerʼs head to jolt, but it had little effect beyond the momentary movement.

Without hesitation, Archer swiftly counterattacked, delivering a powerful punch to the manʼs stomach.

The man was sent soaring through the air, and Archer took the opportunity to quickly scan him using his Analyze skill.

[Duke Vergahn Ansgot]

[Master Mage]

Archer smiled when he saw the Rank and remembered what Tiamat told him in the dream.

He took off and shot toward the Duke as the snow melted and it touched his skin as he got higher.

When he got close he cast Soul Eater tore away the noblemanʼs soul and ate it as he dropped the body.

Once Archer was finished he closed his eyes and hovered in the air as he sorted through the memories. Thatʼs when a certain scene caught his attention.

The Duke was in a crowd of robed figures who were plotting the current war and learned that they wanted to destabilize the continent.

Archer saw Another group of the robed figures in the memories who were plotting to kidnap him and take his heart which amused him as he thought. ʼWhat is it with everyone wanting my heart?ʼ

But the memories cut out leaving him curious, so he decided to use Soul Eater on any nobles he found from now on to see if he could learn more about this group.

After looting the Aetheria castle he stood in the courtyard as he heard Leiraʼs voice in his head thanks to the bracelets.

She pleaded with him in a voice full of panic. ʼʼArcher can you go liberate the Frostwyn Duchy? The Frostfallen and Icehaven Kingdoms are running wild and butchering citizens. Can you help them for me please!ʼʼ

Archer looked into the night sky and sighed before replying with one word. ʼʼOkay.ʼʼ

He flapped his wings and took off. Archer made his way north while trying to remember everything he remembered about it.

To get there quicker he cast Gate to Starfall City before speeding north again. As he flew he decided to check his new status as he felt different.

[Age: 16>17]

[Rank Up: Supreme Mage>Sovereign Mage]

[Experience: 0000/4000000]

[Level Up: 584>602]

[Sp: 406>442]

[Hp: 22500>28000]

[Mana: 641120>660700]

[Strength: 13500>19000]

[Constitution: 13000>18500]

[Stamina: 13500>19000]

[Charisma: 9800>15000]

[Intelligence: 12600>18000]

[Spell Creation: 1]

[Soul Eater: 7>8]

[Immunity: 7>8]

[Dragon Aura: 3>5]

Excitement overtook Archer when he saw his new status causing him to speed up. He flew over a river that separated the Crownlands from the Frostwyn Duchy.

Archer continued flying until he spotted flames that the snow couldnʼt put out. He came to a stop and hovered over the area.

The snow-covered earth was scarred and marred by the gruesome toll of war, and the air was heavy with the acrid scent of smoke and death.

A sea of fallen Avalonian soldiers lay strewn across the blood-soaked ground. Their armor, once polished and gleaming, was now battered and tarnished.

Broken banners and standards fluttered like tattered ghosts in the chilling wind, marking the spots where brave warriors had made their last stand.

He descended to the ground and started walking among the fallen. Archer could have sworn he heard the pleading of the dead soldiers.

But after walking through it he couldnʼt find out where the enemy army was. Thatʼs when an idea and he opened a portal.

Archer summoned some of the smaller Netherbeasts he captured that would be good to search for the Frostfallen and Icehaven soldiers.

From it emerged a group of cat-like beats that were named Tressyms, their sleek, ebony fur providing a stark contrast to the surrounding snow.

These magical creatures descended gracefully from the portal, their wings unfurling as they alighted upon the frozen ground.

Their large, expressive eyes gleaming with intelligence, approached Archer with a sense of purpose.

With gentle purrs and affectionate headbutts, they sought to say hello to Archer. Their presence was a beacon of warmth and camaraderie in the frigid landscape.

His stern countenance melted into a heartwarming smile as he knelt to their level.

He extended his gloved hand to caress the heads of each Tressym in turn, their soft, silky fur a soothing contrast to the harsh cold of the battlefield.

Their tails swayed in delight as he stroked them, and their whiskers quivered with curiosity as they flew around him.

Archer spoke to the Tressymʼs. ʼʼCan you guys find any human soldiers for me please?ʼʼ

The Netherbeasts all looked at him and nodded before the biggest one hovered over to him and headbutted his forehead causing him to stroke the beast.

Following their arrival, the Tressyms dispersed, each taking to the skies and veering off in separate directions.

Archer settled in to await their return and observed the bleak expanse of the battlefield, contemplating the recent events.

Time passed, and just as his patience was about to wane, two of the Tressyms gracefully touched down in front of him.

With a pointed gesture, they indicated a northern direction. Grateful for their help, Archer expressed his thanks and waited for the rest.

Before long, the remaining Tressyms returned. He stroked each cat-like beast before they returned to the domain.

Archer was about to take off when he heard thunder and lightning, so he decided to return to the treehouse and continue his hunt tomorrow.

When he returned he saw Ella, Nefertiti, Sera, Llyniel, and Leira sitting around the fire with blankets wrapped around them.

They all turned to him and smiled before Ella spoke. ʼʼArcher. Me and the girls have spoken and we thought you should tell everyone of your past.ʼʼ

Archer looked at the half-elf and sighed before nodding his head as he walked toward the fireplace to take a seat.

He spoke as he rested his head back. ʼʼWhere are the others?ʼʼ

Sera was the one to answer. ʼʼSia is with your grandparents in the empire while Teuila, Hemera, and Talila are sleeping. Hecate is holed up in her lab getting excited over new plants she found.ʼʼ

Archer smiled at her answer and spoke. ʼʼWhen everyone is together then I will tell the new girls the story.ʼʼ

They all nodded and started chatting as the wind outside picked up. Archer looked at the girls and spoke. ʼʼIs the weather like this every Frostwinter?ʼʼ

Llyniel spoke with a cheerful voice. ʼʼWell no itʼs not. It seems like this one will be worse.ʼʼ

Archer nodded as the distant howl of a fierce wind signaled the start of another snowstorm. He glanced out the frost-covered window, and his brows furrowed.

The roomʼs temperature began to drop noticeably, and the icy fingers of the cold air began to seep through the gaps in the wooden walls.

Ella shivered and pulled the blanket tighter around her, the firelight dancing in her eyes.

”Looks like the stormʼs back,” she observed, a playful smile forming on her lips.

With a nod, Archer rose from his seat and approached the window. Gazing out, he saw a relentless snowstorm, its fierce onslaught blanketing his domain in a sea of white.

The trees below were hidden beneath the thick layer of snow, their familiar forms obscured by the blinding whiteness that now reigned over the landscape.

Thatʼs when he heard Ellaʼs voice from behind him. ʼʼDo you want some Frostfire Cocoa? It will warm you up.ʼʼ

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